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Scary Go Round
03:49
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The phony kings and the vicars
The chairmen of the bored
The middle management civil servants
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
All the shallow state hookers
With accounts in arrears
Couldn’t put this bullshit back
If you gave them a million years
Over and over
Scary go round
Flattening the ashes into the ground
The pale-faced nepotism
Barely out of his teens
Spouting business jargon in the idiocracy
All the secret servants
All the cops on the take
All the morally flexible
Paid to look the other way
Over and over
Scary go round
Flattening the flowers into the ground
All the foreign ward heelers
Drag it out in appeals
All the beneficiaries
Of your shady backroom deals
All of your children
Showing up with receipts
The black spot you thought you caught
Gonna take back all these streets
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Give my best
To the dark unrest
When the shadow falls
Deep inside your chest
When the pigs come back
And kick us out again
Lord, give me the strength of a thousand fragile men
Give me all you lonely lost
Your fever felled
Your tempest-tossed
Give me Korea
Give me Vietnam
Give me Afghanistan before its gone
Hash pipe bombs
And soccer moms explode
Midlife crisis actors
In the road
You can keep your trophy wife
Your money or your life
And the lawyer’s kids will move to bigger homes
Someone’s always keeping score
While someone walks the dogs of war
Who’s gonna keep these philistines at bay?
Who let all this darkness see the day?
Alt-Right punks in gaberdine
All hide behind a glowing screen
While toxic gas is filling up the space
Never read the comment section anyway
Movie bombs
And SoundCloud songs explode
Iridescent green and glitter gold
We tried to make it fit
But I just don’t hear a hit
And the publicists will move to bigger homes.
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3. |
The Cold of Distant Suns
03:51
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The cold of distant suns
That died before our earth was born
Now makes the canopy of stars
Storms and hurricanes
The weapons of the wars we wage
Were all named for the girls that broke our hearts
Trapped on a plane
Careening through the driving rain
Palpitating through each lurch and drop
It’s not the fall
That will be the thing that kills us all
It will be the violence of the sudden stop
These were the days
That mediocrity held sway
While armored police chase us round the block
And it’s a shame
Listening is not the same
As waiting for a place in which to talk
The bus blew past my stop
Oh driver
Let these pilgrims off
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4. |
Get It Together
04:48
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They say you never saw it coming
But it’s been waiting right outside your door
All this time you thought you were good
You were just lucky for sure
You can’t go into the details
And now you can’t go into town
Stay six feet apart
Of six feet under the ground
(Chorus)
Get it together
While yr going to pieces
Get it together
When we’re better apart
Get it together
While ya got a good reason
But don’t go too far
You couldn’t just pay attention
Now someone else will pay the price
What you thought was blowing off steam
Was really blowing on dice
You’re just a preexisting condition
A terminal and chronic disease
The need for everything that you want
Has brought the world to its knees
(Chorus)
The system that they can’t stop forgiving
Has got a neck under its knee
Some of us have got to speak up
For everyone that can’t breathe
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5. |
Rollins on Strummer
03:08
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I wanna be Leonard Cohen
I want to be your man
I want to spend the summer singing like Joe Strummer
On tour with a rock n roll band
I wanna be Brian Eno
I wanna be Liz Phair
Demos on cassette riding in the warm jets
Supernova glowing over Times Square
This is the moment we’ve been training for
This is go time
Pack yr bags and meet me at the studio door
I wanna be Moe Tucker
I wanna be Lou reed
I want to keep you dancing like David Johansson
Dancing backwards with the Lone Star Queen
I wanna be Black Francis
I wanna be Kim Deal
On a wave of mutilation and the teenage adulation
Writing gospels on a reel to reel
This is the moment we’ve been training for
This is go time
Pack yr bags and meet me at the studio door
I wanna be Kim Gordon
I wanna be Thurston Moore
I wanna hear my tunes filling up the whole room
Through the speaker in the grocery store
I wanna be Tom Verlaine
I wanna be Richard Hell
On a marquee moon jumping over the spoon
Blasting louder than a ringing bell
This is the moment we’ve been training for
This is punk rock time
Pack yr bags and meet me at the studio door
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6. |
The Great Quarantino
04:44
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Conspiracy news
For the red, whites and blues
You can’t have the circus
Without all the rubes
The midway is packed
And so are the pews
Endlessly
Manifesting destiny
From the medicine show
To the star belly sneech
One mans close magic
Is another man’s deceit
One man’s starvation
Is another’s red meat
Endlessly
Privilege and jealousy
Quarentino puts on a cape
With the crowd at the foot of the stage
Blowing all their minimum wage
On this superficial form of escape
Wondering “How did we get here?”
The soothing all American trick
Is the thing that's making half of us sick
From the fair in San Bernardino
To the federal bank casinos
No one did it better than the
Great Quarantino
They all swear its true
It may be ludicrous
To think we’re better than this
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7. |
Walls (Circus)
03:57
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Some days are diamonds
Some days are rocks
Some doors are open
Some roads are blocked
Sundowns are golden
Then fade away
But if I never do nothing
I’m coming back someday
(chorus)
‘Cause you got a heart so big
It could crush this town
And I can’t hold out forever
Even walls fall down
All around your island
There’s a barricade
It keeps out the danger
Holds in the pain
Sometimes you’re happy
And sometimes you cry
Half of me is ocean
Half of me is sky
(chorus)
And some things are over
Some things go on
Part of me you carry
And part of me is gone
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8. |
Rip City Dub
04:55
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Tin soldiers and ICE is coming
We’re probably on our own
This summer I hear the calling
Tear gas on American roads
Rubber bullet to the head
Pepper to yr chest
Blinded by the flash bang pop
Mercenary hands
In the unmarked vans
Camouflaged government cops
There’s gonna be
A riot here
Tin soldiers and Chad Wolf’s coming
50 long days and no end in sight
The flash of sirens and the sound of drums
Military choppers in the Rip City night
Everybody’s out of work
The moms in yellow shirts
The medics pouring milk into yr eyes
The ringing in your head
Democracy is dead
But its not going out without a fight
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9. |
American Dreamer
04:08
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Deep in the slumber
Of an American dream
Nothing you were promised
Was at all what it seemed
When the truth was uncovered
Behind the barbed wire
You woke up to discover
Everything was on fire
The time is soon coming
To answer the bell
Will you be the one running
Or be the one at the well
Will you be the one flying
When they crack open the sky
Or will you be the one on the ground
Falling flat over all your own lies
If you wondered who you’d be
During history’s plow
Well I’ll give you a hint
Because you’re doing it now
The whole world is watching
So you better pick a side
In the garden of sorrow
Everyone in the sun
All of the time
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The sun’s barely risen on the eastern shore states
As the septuagenarian infant awakes
Crafting the poison the whole nation takes
On his telephone.
Clothed in his crapulence, he climbs down the stairs
The sycophants and lackeys will all fight for air
As the oxygen sucks from the room with the glare
Of an autocrat
His face is a death mask of smugness and glib
Like a roman emperor who just took a shit
On the face of a nation and then walked away from it
On the white House lawn
wiping his ass raw with history’s pages
The desert concentration camps full of cages
Of infants and toddlers while the population rages
Into a void
you’ll be known by your works, and your works look to me
Like the functions of a heart that's as black as the sea
In the deepest dark trenches where nothing can breathe
And the fishes all need lights on their heads just to see
You’re a racist
You’re a bigot
You’re a liar
You’re a shill
You poison the air
You poisoned the well
You violate our ethics
Our morals
Our trust
We’ll see you in November
Sincerely,
ALL OF US
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Buck AE Down Los Angeles, California
Buck AE Down is an artist, writer and producer who lives in Los Angeles and who'd like to be friends with you, if that's cool.
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